Lust (9 page)

My Sunday afternoon delight becomes Sunday evening joy. We lay there staring, stroking each other, in between our wild sessions of passion. My stomach clenches tightly with my feelings.

His fingertip, lightly brushes my nipple and he drags his tongue across his lip as it instantly hardens beneath his touch.

“You're just way too gorgeous,” he says, his head descending to suck the tight little bud. I'm thinking the same thing as my gaze drops to his rapidly hardening cock, and my hand soon follows.

I can't keep my hands and mouth off it. I want it attached to me, permanently—maybe the whole of him attached to me.

I'm so blissfully satisfied I could float away.

“It's getting late, are you hungry?” he asks, raising his head and giving my nipple a little nip.

“I do feel a bit empty inside.” I giggle at the double meaning of my words.

“Then you need feeding, woman,” he rolls to the side of the bed and I watch as he puts on his white silky boxer shorts. He finds my panties, and dangling them on his finger, he drops them on my stomach. “Up you get, you're about to discover another of my domestic talents.”

I sit up, put them on and reach to the floor, picking up my bra.

“Ah-ah, put that down, panties only,” he says with a wicked grin.

After my quick visit to his ensuite bathroom, we wander downstairs. My hand is in his and I'm thinking of hard sex on the kitchen counter as he simultaneously spoon feeds me something so very hot and delicious, straight from the bubbling pan. Maybe I'll orgasm at both ends.

I lean with my backside against the counter, my arms folded over my assets, as he drinks down a large glass of water and washes his hands. Then he opens the refrigerator and collects a large piece of sirloin steak and places it down next to me on the thick glass chopping board.

“Mmm, what a big piece of meat...” I say lasciviously, licking my lips.

“Would you prefer your meat spicy hot or not?” he grins,

“Definitely spicy hot.”

I watch as he prepares the steak cutting it into two even pieces, and covering it in plenty of some kind of red seasoning.

He slaps it on the smoking ribbed iron hotplate and it starts to sizzle over the gas flame.

The smell makes my mouth water heavily.

“Mm mm...” I say, taking a deep breath.

I get a long and heated kiss before he makes us a massive, dressed green salad, to go with, piling it on two plates.

“I eat a ton of salad with everything. It's salad, salad and more salad.”

I expect he looks after his diet pretty well, being a model. He almost glows with health.

I could get so used this, being thoroughly fucked and fed very healthily in between

“Well that's lucky, 'cos I just
love
salad.” I come to stand behind him, hugging him round the waist, my naked tits squashed to his back.

He flips the steak over and turns to face me.

“Having a nice time so far?” he asks, smiling, his hands sliding up to hold my breasts.

“Nice doesn't come close.”

“Are you doing anything Tuesday, for your birthday?” he asks, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples as his smile widens further. He dips his head and sucks one.

I can barely think, as I'm swamped with such a strength of desire in my belly, that it hurts. “No, the party was my birthday treat,” I manage to utter, rubbing wildly at his hair and making it stand up all over the place.

“We could go catch a movie and have a late dinner?”

His arms slip around me, his palms cupping my ass,

“I'd like that...I really would.”

He turns back to cooking our steaks for a moment, prodding them with a knife. I see the blood ooze out and hiss as it hits the pan.

“Rare, medium, well done?” he asks.

“Medium, please.”

He serves his bloody steak on one plate and cooks mine for a little longer.

Then he lays out two places on the breakfast bar at the end of the counter.

He passes me a bottle of sparking water and two glasses, and I pour us a glass each.

I perch on a stool, getting comfortable, as my juicy steak appears before me.

“Dive in,” he says sitting down opposite me.

I start to eat, carving a large slice of steak and chewing its soft texture in bliss.

“Mmm, what is that lovely flavor?”

“Hot Cajun spice and smoked paprika.”

“Well it's goddamn gorgeous, just like you.

He reaches across and twirls my hair with his finger, his eyes devouring me.

“Am I dessert?” I ask, seductively.

“A midnight feast maybe...what time to you need to be in work?

“Eight.”

“We'll go get your stuff and you can stay here, then I can eat your pussy all night.”

I laugh at his forthright manner of speaking.

“Shame I have to go to work.”

We both look at each other, silently agreeing it's a huge shame.

We finish eating our steak and salad, in a comfortable hungry silence. I eat every last delicious scrap, and I am very tempted to lick the plate. I finally place my knife and fork down with a satisfied sigh.

He watches me with lust filled eyes.

At that moment the door buzzer blasts.

I tense.

I'm sitting here practically naked.

“Excuse me for a minute.”

He gets up and goes to answer it, closing the kitchen door behind him.

I hear a female voice, and laughter, and I recognize it immediately.

It's Maxine... and I'm so incredibly embarrassed.

A minute later Sean appears in the kitchen with a black shirt of his, and a strangely excited expression plastered on his face.

“Put that on and come with me.”

“No...” I say. “It's so obvious what we've been doing.” He's in his goddamn underwear...I'm obviously undressed too..with wildly tangled, just-fucked hair.

Oh God...

“Oh come on, it's only Maxine, she doesn't care,” he insists.

I put the shirt on, and I do feel fairly decently covered, as I reluctantly follow him in the studio next door. Maxine is sitting at the table waiting.

“Hello Lissa, how are you?” she smiles widely at me.

“Cool thanks, and you.”

“I'm fine. Come and sit down.”

I oblige her request, sitting at the table opposite her, my embarrassment fading a little. She doesn't seem embarrassed or bothered at all.

Sean sits on the other side of me and winds his finger up my bare leg to my panties. I slap his hand and he laughs.

“Sean asked me to come over this evening,” she begins, “because we have a proposition for you.”

I look at him suspiciously.

“What kind of proposition?” I ask nervously.

“Maxine and I are launching a joint business venture,” he says. “a complimentary range of men and women's underwear. We'd like you to model the range, with me.”

I glare at him. A heated flush rising to my face. He's obviously been planning this from the start. It all made sense now. Bringing Maxine in Coffee Haven to check me out on my first day, to size up my modeling potential. Now I know why they stared at me so critically as I served them at the table.

I start to feel used and upset and very uncomfortable.

Is this the whole reason he fucked me? To win me over? Does he see me as a part of his business strategy?

“I really
don't
think so...” I say tersely. I look at their surprised faces. Tears threaten behind my eyes. “I'm sure there's a ton of underwear models out there, far better equipped for the job than I am.”

“There are, but Sean wants you.” Maxine continues. “And I have to admit having a novice to work with has its pluses. I can mold you to my way of thinking easily, and I don't have to deal with ego.”

“Have you two stopped to consider I may not want to be molded. Or to spend  my days undressed. Or to have everyone staring at pictures of my body in magazines everywhere.”

“Lissa...” Sean frowns. “I don't think you realize what a great opportunity this is for you, I thought you'd be pleased.” His voice is a little off, and tense.

I stand up in anger. “Pleased? Why the hell should I be pleased? I thought you liked me, Sean.
I thought you liked ME.
Not just the shape and size of my tits and ass, or my money making potential, and whatever you two plan on doing with photos of my novice little assets.”

Maxine and Sean look at each other and then at me in confusion. Clearly I've not reacted in the way they expected. They must be realizing they've done something wrong, somehow.

“
For fuck's sake, calm down
. Of
course I like you, it's more than obvious how much I like you.” Sean says, standing up and facing me.

“I don't believe you. And I really need to go home.
Call me a cab
.” My voice rises to a wild squeak in distress.

I fly out of the room and up the stairs in tears, to find my clothes and get dressed.

“
Lissa, wait
...” he calls after me, following me up to the bedroom.

I turn to face him in his room. “Leave me alone,” I sob. Tears start flowing down my face in a rush.

“No, I won't. You're gonna listen, okay?”

“Do I have any choice?” I snap.

“Come here, baby. I don't like seeing you so upset.” He pulls me close, against his body and I struggle to get away, but he holds firm, stroking my hair and kissing my head. His mouth touches mine in the sweetest of kisses ever, and my head spins. My body betrays me. I stop struggling and sink into his warm and sensual embrace.

He lifts his head and stares into my hurt, tearful eyes.

As he brushes my face with his fingertips, I'm melting like chocolate, despite myself.

“Tell me exactly what you're thinking and feeling, I don't understand and I need to know,” he says.

“You've manipulated me, and after what happened to me, last night, that really hurts. You don't really want me, do you?” I sniff loudly, trying to check my tears

“Is that what you really think? I don't believe that for a second. I want you in every sense of the word. I also want to give you a taste of my world. And what's so bad about that? If this launch does well, you'll have more money than you could ever earn working on any magazine. And I want to do that for you. You'll have a new career. If it all works out, we could do lots of things together in the future, working together as a team, with Maxine. Wouldn't you like that? Think about it.”

“But what's so great about me?” I'm full of self doubt, I can't believe I'm worth all this attention. “I'm not a model and haven't the first clue what it entails. So, why me, Sean?”

“There's a ton of reasons why I want you to model with me. First and foremost we have to have chemistry. I couldn't work with someone this closely over a period of time without it. I think you'll agree we have a ton of that. The whole you hits my spot. You're perfect. Beautiful, educated, and you speak well. Not to mention being as hot as hell. I've met a lot of models who are just as beautiful as you, granted, but I wouldn't want to share something special like this, with any of them.”

His compliments and flattery are obviously designed to win me over. And they are. I hope he's being sincere, although I can't see why he wouldn't be.

“Well that's all very nice of you Sean, but I don't know if I can do it.”

“I think I'm the best judge of that. I know you can.”

“You seem to know a lot of things, don't you?”

“Where you're concerned, yes I do.” he says hotly.

I can't help the thrill that races through me.

That was a little possessive.

“So when's the launch?”

“We'd like to launch in two months at the Lingerie Fashion Week in New York, for the best exposure.”

“And how much input would I have in what I do?”

“You'd have full input, on everything we do. Any discussions we have, you'd be invited to contribute to. And Lissa, Maxine's range is simply stunning. You'll look gorgeous. And just in case you're worried, your assets will be fully covered at all times.”

“You're making it sound so appealing, and it is. But I can't get over the fact you planned this from the start. It's like you had ulterior motives, getting me in bed so I was more interested in you, so you could spring this on me easily.”

“I'd have made the offer whatever happened between us, because I wanted you. This has nothing to do with us having sex. Nothing. At. All.”

“But we don't know each other very well, do we? This is a big commitment. Especially for you.”

“I like what I know so far. I'm willing to take the chance. And come on now, what have you got to lose?”